L
L (named el/ˈɛl/) is the twelfth letter of the modern English alphabet and the ISO basic Latin alphabet.
History
Lamedh may have come from a pictogram of an ox goad or cattle prod. Some have suggested a shepherd's staff.
Use in writing systems
English
In English orthography, ⟨l⟩ usually represents the phoneme /l/, which can have several sound values, depending on whether it occurs before or after a vowel. The alveolar lateral approximant (the sound represented in IPA by lowercase [l]) occurs before a vowel, as in lip or blend, while the velarized alveolar lateral approximant (IPA [ɫ]) occurs in bell and milk. This velarization does not occur in many European languages that use ⟨l⟩; it is also a factor making the pronunciation of ⟨l⟩ difficult for users of languages that lack ⟨l⟩ or have different values for it, such as Japanese or some southern dialects of Chinese. A medical condition or speech impediment restricting the pronunciation of ⟨l⟩ is known as lambdacism.
In English orthography, ⟨l⟩ is often silent in such words as walk or could (though its presence can modify the preceding vowel letter's sound), and it is usually silent in such words as palm and psalm; however, there is some regional variation.
Lǔ
Lǔ may refer to:
See also
Əşlə
Əşlə (also, Əshlə, Eshlya, and Eşlə) is a village and municipality in the Lankaran Rayon of Azerbaijan. It has a population of 317.
References
Podcasts:
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by Skinny Puppy
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by: Skinny Puppy"Where you gonna go? Where you gonna run? Where you gonna hide?
Nowhere. Because there's no one like you left." -Bodysnatchers
Find
Words fade above the snow
The carved out somebody stitch
The carver's all who waves surrender
Through all tempers looking back
The skin begins to crack
Those ever double jointed blamers
Fine
Closed off no power the wheel inside no peace
No feeling all disease around security
Eyes
Devised the cycles find
A call that's never caught
Beneath the locusts timed decision
Find
The vice grips never freed
A crease upon one's debt
And never paying forward
Hate
What will we won't be late
What will be left today
When nothing left to beg the moral
Fate
What is it left can't you say
Who will be left to pay
When ugly crippled eyes remain
Fine
Closed off devoured the meat inside of me
In freeing all afraid of life eternity
Eyes
Burning of sorrow deep craving inside no teeth
Holding on nothing left to be believed
Fear
What will we want with fear
The time of bombing near
With nothing left to have or hope for
Pain
What is there left to say
An ancient plan to pay
With blood and shit tomorrow
Shame
We will be learning shame
Until we play the game
That in the end will bring disorder
Race
What will be left to say
When nothing is the same
And all this shit goes over
"Where you... nowhere... like you left... go... where you "
Stepping out behind mask
Kiss the mercantile abscess
Run behind (teach fertile?) blood
The fingernails are dirty
Face the combination loss
And go toward the final cost
A cripple's desk, a lost foothold
Suffering at the end scene
Fine
Closed off devoured the meat inside of me
In freeing all afraid of life eternity
"Get in line... no you can't, my my... happily remove one body... nearly knew.